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Paired
excercises at a writing
workshop held in conjunction
with the Angel Bride
installation... |
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Jill
Miller and Helen
Fenton |
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The
dress like a wave
breaking towards me.
I don’t want
to share this place.
Don’t
touch.
A ceremony to free
the spirit. What would
free her?
Leave
her alone.
Let’s clap to
show we believe in
fairies,
or take wings ourselves
Who
pays the ferryman
a penny
to
slip over the border
into another land?
What do I do for the
dead?
her
voice will continue
to live in the wood
long
after her wings melt
into the soil
Like candles and words
She
will monitor the stragglers
who pick at the silk
and
steal the jewels from
her wings
Buried in the deep
sweet earth
Hurl
the sparkling crown
into the centre of
the lake
Mourning for someone
we don’t know,
like a story in the
news
We are mourning the
withering of enthusiasm
the forgetting of
how to fly, and walk
on water.
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Jill
Miller & Helen
Fenton July 2003 |
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